A/N Yay! I found my notebook! I'm sooo happy! POEMS ALL AROUND!
Ginny opened her eyes and looked around. Once again, there was no letter in her room.
'Thank goodness…' But was she really happy about it? She somewhat missed the attention… She felt a tear fall down her cheek, but why was it there? She had no reason to cry this day!
She looked down at the floor as she walked, her hair hitting her cheeks as she did so.
Ginny scuttled into the Common room, sitting on the fluffy chair in front of the fireplace. That was when another poem landed at her feet.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Not another one…"
But she was a little excited!
She opened it, but she heard the twins coming so she didn't bother reading it yet. If they saw it, they would take it from her anyway.
"Hello boys," she said, stuffing the letter in the only place she could at the time; down her bra.
Fred looked at his little sister.
"You have a secret. I know you're hiding something. Tell me what it is and I'll let you live."
Fred came from behind her and held an arm around her neck.
"Fred! I'm not hiding anything!"
He looked down, and from the angle he was standing, he saw something quite odd.
"Is it just me, or is one of your balloons slightly larger than the other?"
Holding her by the shoulders, he spun her around and looked at her chest.
"It is! What's in there?"
Ginny screeched as Fred slung one hand in her bra and grabbed the letter.
"Fredrick Weasley how dare you violate me like that!" George patted the top of her head.
"It'll be alright there Gin-" Ginny reached up and swatted at his hands.
"Do not pat my head; I am not a dog!" She growled and leaped for the letter.
"You're sure about that now?"
Fred opened the letter.
"'The long red hair will brush her cheek
Will tenderly brush her tears away
The soft perusing of her say
Will bring tears back another day.'"
George looked at Fred, Fred looked at George; then they both looked at Ginny.
Ginny turned, grabbed her notebook, and ran as quickly as she could out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"No Pansy, I don't want to go anywhere with you. I'm tired and I just want to go outside for a little while," Draco Malfoy said, grabbing a notebook and walking toward the door.
"But Draco, it just finished raining! It'll be wet outside!"
Draco just hurried as quickly as she could.
"I thought I'd never get away from the wench…"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ginny sat under the Whomping Willow, opening her notebook and writing as quickly as she could.
"Ugh, I'll never get this poetry thing right!"
Draco looked at her sitting there.
'Damn girl took my spot…'
Draco stepped up to her.
"Might I ask why you're in my seat?" he asked, though his voice didn't come out as cruelly as he would've liked it to.
Ginny looked up.
"I don't see your name here. If you'd like to sit here with me you may, but by all means, this is not your seat. It's a patch of grass under a tree. The only patch by the way that isn't wet. So sit if you'd like, but don't make a big fuss about anything. I'm busy."
'The girl has balls…'
"What are you writing?" he asked with a curiosity that was quite harsh.
Ginny looked up.
"Oh nothing. It's just a poem."
Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Why, may I ask, are you writing a poem?" Ginny sighed.
Normally she wouldn't just go on blabbing her business, but she wasn't paying much attention, as she was trying to concentrate on writing.
"I have somewhat of a stalker writing me poems so I figured I'd write to him too."
Draco half-smiled.
"A stalker huh? You're day-to-day life is interesting enough for you to have a stalker? And if this stalker is one of which you've never met before, how do you expect him to get it?"
Ginny stopped writing mid-word.
"You know I hadn't thought of that…"
Draco took the notebook out of her hands and looked at the poem that was there.
"Ugh! I have to give you some poetry lessons. These suck."
Ginny pouted.
"Ten points to the boy of whom is blunt."
Draco half-smiled.
"I'm sorry Virginia but this is horrible."
Ginny crossed her arms.
"Well if you're the expert, you write one! From a girl to a boy."
Draco nodded.
"Alright then, I will."
'The morning breeze makes your eyes glow.
And my knees weaken
But I say not a word.
You cannot know me.
Though you do
You don't see me
Right in front of you.
This of which am I certain.
Close your eyes
And open your heart
To me.'
As Ginny read it over, she looked up at him.
"You wrote this just now?" Draco nodded.
"Yeah."
Ginny's jaw dropped.
"You're really good at this! Maybe you could teach me!" Ginny sat back on her heels.
Draco looked down and scratched his shoulder.
"I don't know if I could…"
"Oh please Malfoy! I'll do anything!"
Draco scratched the back of his head.
"Well…"
Ginny opened her eyes widely, unintentionally giving him her famous puppy dog eyes.
"Alright fine, but you'd better be where I tell you, when I tell you. Every time. Do you hear me?" Ginny nodded.
She was tempted to call him sir just to tick him off.
But she didn't.
"Meet me in the library tomorrow at six."
"You have Quiddittch at six," Ginny said, remembering the game that was to take place.
"In the morning Virginia."
Ginny's jaw dropped.
"You expect me to get my bloody arse out of bet at 5:30 in the morning so I can meet you by six? Why so early in the damned morning!?"
"I don't know about your friends, but if anyone saw me with a Gryffindor, I would never live it down. So it's either 6:00am, or never."
Ginny groaned.
"Fine, fine."
"I'll see
you tomorrow, Virginia…
~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N I found my poetry notebook! YAY!!! AH well. That last poem sucks I know it does but that was because I found that I couldn't find any poems from a girl to a boy! I was writing so intently on men to women I complete let the poor boys go unspoken for! I don't think the poem is too bad but it isn't the best I've ever written that's for sure.